Skipping

All my life spent at the seaside.
Looking out not looking inside.
My feet are sinking in the dry sand and
my face has drooped; still got a few more years to lend.

In my dreams the light shines everywhere,
no lighthouse not street lamps here.
The oceans make the sky glow green.
You pick me up and skip me in the sea.

I am drawn to the deep.
Opposite of everlasting sleep.
Well my heart skips and your heart beats. 
We're circling the skating sink.
Sparkling spires and beaming crystal caves,
miles under gently lapping waves.

So hey you know I think I found my friends.
I think I'll reprioritize some things.
All of us will circle in the silver sink.
All of us are skipping on the radiating drink.